Man On The Dubious Waves Of Error

What Peaceful Hours I Once Enjoy'd! How Sweet Their Memory Still! But They Have Left An Aching Void The World Can Never Fill.

No Tree In All The Grove But Has Its Charms, Though Each Its Hue Peculiar.

A Tale Should Be Judicious, Clear, Succinct; The Language Plain, And Incidents Well Link'd; Tell Not As New What Ev'ry Body Knows; And, New Or Old, Still Hasten To A Close.

The Proud Are Ever Most Provoked By Pride.

A Self-made Man? Yes, And One Who Worships His Creator.